So tied and so downtrodden
So void like a lonely life
Like a thousand misfortunes
No comparable to a failure in our childhood
What to do when we die in the streets
What to do when there are no answers
In our home
And with no answer
We will be empty like our future
Without help, without destiny
We are not into a living sphere
Without help, with nothing
Repentant or forgiven is unsuccessful
Years of respect lost
Our first events stand out
And our last unfinished events
What to do when we die in the streets
What to do when there are no answers
In our home
And with no answer
We will be empty like our future
